People in Heavenly Hell rarely come out to see the sun.
The walls of Hell are all black.
But I planted a lot of white flowers, including pear blossoms, apricot blossoms and plum blossoms.
When ripe, they are picked and eaten.
Of course, the people in Heavenly Prison are not thinking about when those white flowers will bear fruit.
They were roasting mushrooms.
There was a sword fire burning in the rain under the black courtyard wall, with a sword stuck on it and a big mushroom strung on it.
It was a white mushroom, and the edge of the umbrella cap was roasted to a brown color. Some evil person had even greased it with oil, making it sizzle.
Jian Shijin stood under the eaves, swallowed, and then realized that this was a disrespectful behavior towards the prisoner. He coughed twice and pretended that nothing happened.
There were two people next to him, one was Lin Erliang of the Supervisory Yuan who had a gloomy face all day long, and the other was Di Qianjun, the southern dispatcher of the Heavenly Prison with a calm and indifferent expression - Nan Dao had met him once before that night. From time to time, jailers in black robes hurriedly walked through the courtyard.
"Isn't there something wrong with this?" Jian Shijin said while looking at the big golden mushroom roasted on the sword fire.
Lin Erliang snorted softly and said, "You lit the fire and inserted the sword. What's wrong?"
Jian Shijin looked at the empty scabbard on Di Qianjun's waist and said with a smile: "Who told you to grease it? I didn't expect it to smell so good!"
"As long as you can get him to talk, it doesn't matter." Di Qianjun said calmly.
The three of them fell silent and said nothing more about the aroma of mushrooms.
Mushroom is naturally a mushroom demon.
Captured from a small town ten miles outside the city.
It is said that he went crazy at that time and injured many people. In the end, he was knocked unconscious by a blacksmith's hammer. Because it was very weird, he was sent to Nanyi City.
Originally, this kind of thing would not fall under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Prison.
However, because of the arrival of Liu Sanyue, there were more things to do in Heaven Prison, so Lin Erliang asked the Heaven Prison officials to bring him to Heaven Prison.
Perhaps they had been standing for too long, and the three of them were a little bored, so they sat down under the eaves. The black-robed warden brought tea, and the three of them drank while waiting.
"What was he talking about at that time?" Di Qianjun looked at Lin Erliang standing aside.
The latter was taking a sip of tea, frowned, and said, "People in the town said that he just kept shouting and came out."
"Does this have anything to do with what happened with Yun Mengze?" Jian Shijin came over and asked.
"He first appeared at the ferry from Yunmengze to Nanke Town. It is said that he was paddling upstream in a small boat." Lin Erliang waved, and a heavenly prison official respectfully sent the case file at that time. Erliang was flipping through the pages and said, "After entering the town, I went to drink a few bowls of wine, and then suddenly started going crazy."
Di Qianjun drank hot tea, looked at the big mushroom in the yard, and said calmly: "Although it looks stupid, the demonic power in it is not that of the enlightened state. I am very curious about what kind of blacksmith can Hit him with a hammer and knock him out."
"I heard he is from the East China Sea." Lin Erliang said lightly, "I checked him out back then. When I first came to Nanke Town, many people came here to ask him to make swords. Later I found out that he was just a guy who slept all day long. The lazy fools who wake up will no longer go."
"Then what kind of blacksmith is this?" Jian Shijin said with a smile.
"People don't know why they think he is a blacksmith." Lin Erliang looked down at the tea in the cup and said slowly, "Maybe they forgot."
This was originally an extremely simple sentence.
But when the two heard these words, their expressions became solemn.
Di Qianjun rubbed the scabbard on his waist, Jian Shijin put down his teacup, looked at Lin Erliang and said, "Forgot?"
"I forgot." Lin Erliang said calmly: "If it weren't for this crazy demon incident, I would have forgotten that I had ever investigated this person."
The two of them looked at Lin Erliang together.
Lin Erliang was silent for a while and said, "I told you before."
Di Qianjun tightened his grip on the scabbard of the sword in his hand, and the long sword turned over on the sword fire in the courtyard moved uneasily. Jian Shijin's expression was solemn, and he seemed to have a weird expression because he had laughed too much in the past.
"When did it happen?" Di Qianjun asked in a deep voice.
"I don't remember." Lin Erliang said lightly, but no one present could calm down.
Jian Shijin said softly: "What I'm most curious about now is whether he forgot or we forgot."
"Let someone check again." Di Qianjun said concisely and concisely.
Lin Erliang nodded and said, "Okay."
The three of them each took out a piece of incomplete paper from their waists and put it together on the tea table. Suddenly it was a picture of a gloomy door. Di Qianjun raised his hand and patted the scabbard in his hand on the paper. The sword brand fell, and the paper suddenly bloomed with light, and then turned into an object like a token, shooting into the spring rain.
Most of the people from Heavenly Prison are patrolling outside, not just in Nanyi City. If someone receives this transfer order, they will naturally go to check.
The three of them put aside the matter for the time being and looked at the mushroom in the courtyard again.
The demonic power spreads.
A wisp of white smoke appeared on the mushroom head, and then fell into the rain, turning into an illusory human form and squatting next to the fire.
"Why does it smell so good? What are you baking?"
The illusive figure looked at the mushrooms on the fire for a long time, then looked back at the three people and asked.
Lin Erliang and Di Qianjun didn't speak. Jian Shijin raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't know what we are baking?"
The illusive figure scratched his head, thought for a moment and said, "It can't be that he's roasting me."
Seeing the three people looking at him with strange expressions, the figure was stunned and touched his body up and down.
"Are you really roasting me?"
Jian Shijin nodded.
The mushroom demon stood there for a long time.
I thought I would burst into tears.
As a result, he licked his lips and said, "It looks delicious. Can I have a bite?"
Jian Shijin didn't smile. He turned to look at Lin Erliang and said, "It seems that he is really crazy."
Di Qianjun said calmly: "People like us can't understand it, so of course we are crazy."
"But we can't be sure yet." Lin Erliang said softly, "It's best to find someone from the Shanhe Guanhe Sect to take a look. If they all think it's abnormal, then they are really crazy."
The three of them were still talking. When the mushroom demon saw that the three of them were ignoring him, he tore off a piece from the umbrella cover and ate it happily while sticking out his tongue.
"It's hard to find people from the He Sect, but it's easier to find people from the Shan Sect." Jian Shijin said with a smile, "But we can't suppress the people from the Shan Sect when they come."
Lin Erliang and Di Qianjun both fell silent.
The mushroom demon was still eating happily in the rain. Di Qianjun picked up the scabbard and walked into the rain. After looking at him for a long time, he raised his hand to pick up his sword, raised the whole mushroom in front of him, and said calmly: "This is how to eat." Enjoyable."
"Ah, thank you very much." The mushroom demon raised his hand and hugged the sword, gnawing hungrily.
Di Qianjun suddenly drew his sword and struck the mushroom demon with one strike. The figure that was gnawing on his body suddenly disappeared, turned into a burst of black smoke, and disappeared into the rain, leaving only the golden and crispy mushroom rolling in the rain. Di Qianjun held the sword and turned back. Sheathed the sword and looked at the mushrooms on the ground calmly.
Lin Erliang and Jian Shijin both walked over and looked down at the large mushrooms covered with wet mud in the rain.
"It seems that we have all been deceived." Lin Erliang seemed a little angry, so his expression became more gloomy.
Jian Shijin raised his hand and touched a handful of mushrooms, feeling the residual smell on them. It contained not only demonic power, but also the smell of ghost magic.
"It's Nanchu Wu."
Then Jian Shijin also became angry.
Di Qianjun was not angry and said calmly: "Nanchu Wu wouldn't be so stupid."
The two of them looked at him. This southern dispatcher, who was born in the inner sect of Liuyun Sword Sect, turned to look in the direction of Yunmeng Daze.
"It's something unknown."
Lin Erliang looked at Di Qianjun and said, "The Liuyun Sword Sect has a history far older than the Great Dao. What do you think it is?"
Di Qianjun remained silent for a while, holding his sword and walking under the dark eaves.
"Maybe some people who want to come out and bask in the sun."
Di Qianjun walked to the eaves, looked at the steaming tea, held down the scabbard on his waist, and said slowly: "Master Liu Sanyue must have guessed something."
"But he's afraid to admit it."
"Me too."
What could make people from Qingtian Dao and Liuyun Sword Sect choose to remain silent?
Yunmengze.
Lin Erliang and Jian Shijin stood in the rain, and the two actual controllers of Nanyi City's Heavenly Prison felt chills in their hearts.
Just like Mojianya was once called Ten Years Sword Sect.
Yunmengze also has another name.
Witches, ghosts and gods.
...
Although the world generally calls Yunmengze, Hangu Temple, Mojianya and Ami Temple the four major spiritual places in the world.
But in fact the four never lived in the same era.
Mojianya was established 1,400 years ago, and Ami Temple was established 1,600 years ago. Both of them originated from the Taoist Hangu Temple more than 2,000 years ago.
Hangu Temple is the only place that has witnessed the last glimmers of the Wuguishen Sect.
Even though the Liuyun Sword Sect has a longer history than Hangu Guan, at that time the Liuyun Sword Sect was just a gathering place for some killer swordsmen, and no systematic records were left in the classics.
So now, since Hangu Temple disappeared in the northern desert thousands of years ago, the world can no longer remember the huge sect that once flourished in ancient Chu.
But to this day.
An inexplicable wind reminded many people of this ancient existence that they had never seen before.
The wind blew from Daze.
The Wuguishen Sect was named after it sank in Yunmeng Ze.
Liu Sanyue and Zhang Xiaoyu naturally knew this.
That's why the two of them will understand how much impact Cong Ren's absence in Nanyi City will have on the world.
Even if it's just a person who sleeps by the bridge all day long.
But he sleeps just to make the world feel at ease.
No one knew what the wind meant.
Maybe it's just some residual wind that has been stirred up by the mud and sand at the bottom of the river, wanting to bubble up in the world.
perhaps.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't want to think about it.
After walking back and forth several times in the spring rain of the human world, I didn't bother to play cards and went straight back to the Jianzong Garden.
Returning to the third pool from the back door, four or five senior brothers were gathered around playing cards.
Cong Ren has lived for a thousand years, and of course Zhang Xiaoyu is not the only one who is his proud disciple.
It's just that the upper echelons of the spiritual world have always said, "Don't bully the young in the world."
After living for twenty-five years, one hides in the human world and rarely appears in the world unless one attains the Great Path.
In the words of a senior brother of Zhang Xiaoyu.
People like us are all extremely talented people in the world. If we are over twenty-five and have never seen the shadow of the great road, we naturally have no face to hang around in the world.
People from the Taoist sect would go to the green mountains to practice meditation, while people from the Sword Sect would hide in the human world to cultivate their sword intent.
So the world hears no news.
This is the case with Zhang Xiaoyu's senior brothers.
When Zhang Xiaoyu walked to the pavilion with the scabbard on his back, the senior brothers who were already over thirty years old were playing cards enthusiastically, and they didn't even know that Zhang Xiaoyu was behind him.
After a long time, one of the senior brothers finally got tired of sitting and turned around to see Zhang Xiaoyu standing behind them looking sadly.
"Hey, Zhang Xiaoyu, why didn't you go play cards?" Senior brother was very surprised.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat down by the pavilion and sighed: "I would like to, but Master is not here and you are not doing anything. I am so busy running around that I have no time to play cards!"
"What can you do in Nanyi City? I think you are just busy wandering around." Another senior brother on the card table touched the cards and said, "Ninety thousand."
"Liu Sanyue has come to Nanyi City, so you don't have to worry about anything."
"Who is Liu Sanyue?" The senior brothers who had retired long ago were confused.
"A disciple of Qingtian Dao is now the Minister of War in Huaidu." Zhang Xiaoyu said.
"Oh, oh, that's good, three barrels!"
"bump!"
"..." Zhang Xiaoyu was speechless. "Senior brother, how can you degenerate like this?"
"This is not called depravity." The only senior brother who was not at the card table leisurely held a cup filled with hot water, walked to the pavilion and pondered for a long time, and said, "This is called health preservation."
"Forget it, forget it." Zhang Xiaoyu stood up and walked out. "I'd better go and wander around."
"Junior brother." The senior brother held the hot water cup and called him in the pavilion.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked back at him.
"come on!"
Zhang Xiaoyu was so angry that he almost picked up the scabbard and threw it away.
After walking in the rain for a while, Zhang Xiaoyu's resentment gradually subsided. He walked to the back door, stood in the small door frame, and looked at the gloomy rain dome above the narrow alley.
Zhang Xiaoyu kept sighing.
Then I thought about where my sword had gone, and I felt even sadder.
He looked down at himself reflected in the puddle on the old stone slab.
Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel strange.
Qing Xiang, Master, and Qiu Xi'er have all left Nanyi City. Why hasn't his sword appeared yet?
Is there someone hiding somewhere?
Zhang Xiaoyu was very distressed.
